My craving for dick is never-ending. I’m not just talking about fucking. I often have a full-on, mouth-watering urge to suck cock. Maybe I’m just the giving type, but I get a major thrill knowing that the guy I’m with is having a good time, and an overwhelming majority of the guys I’ve encountered think getting sucked right is a damn good time.

When Elliott exited the bathroom wearing nothing but a smile, I saw my opportunity. I stepped in front of my exhibitionistic roommate and licked my lips.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

I let my eyes drift over his trim body, paying special attention to his rapidly swelling cock. I let my gaze linger a moment longer before meeting his gaze and responding, “Yes, I do.”

Elliott took a step back. He seemed surprised by my saucy response, but he quickly recovered and added, “Prove it.”

His shit-eating grin suggested he thought I might back down. Not me. I never run from a challenge. Besides, I was getting seriously turned on by the thought of sucking on his erection. I fell to my knees and looked up at Elliott from under lowered lashes.

“Last chance to back out, lover boy,” I teased. He gave me an incredulous look, and I suspected he was trying to imagine a reason why he’d want to turn this opportunity down. I cupped his balls in my palm and told him, “I’m gonna suck your dick. But don’t worry — I don’t want to be your girlfriend.”

“OK,” he replied. “Suck my cock, then.”

Although we’d previously kept our relationship strictly platonic, we’d been flirting up a storm with one another. It’s no exaggeration to say Elliott’s dick had been starring in my fantasies for a while. At long last, I held his tool in my hand, and soon, it would be in my mouth.

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and directed his crown toward my parted lips. A healthy bead of pre-come had collected on the very tip of his dick. It gleamed like a luminous pearl. Instead of immediately sucking him into my mouth, I wanted to savor his flavor. I swiped my tongue over his crown, scooping up the milky droplet of his pre-come. Its salty taste filled my mouth. It was almost as if the liquid had spread out to coat my tongue like a slick of fine oil.

“Mmmm,” I hummed appreciatively.

The satisfied sound wasn’t a conscious choice, but it sure as hell was genuine. Elliott’s dick was everything I’d imagined it would be and more. His satiny rod glided over my tongue. It was slippery and sleek — perfect for someone who loves sucking dick. Someone like me.

Elliott groaned loudly, and his arms flailed out on either side of him. One of his fists collided with the wall, producing a loud knocking sound that was undoubtedly heard by the neighbors.

I was glad. I love it when a partner displays undeniable signs of satisfaction. It’s the ultimate ego boost for me, knowing that I, and I alone, am the reason for their pleasure.

I swirled my tongue over the circumference of his mushroom-shaped dome. My tongue encountered another zesty dab of pre-come. Its briny essence reawakened my taste buds.

I was desperate to drink all of Elliott’s most delectable extract. But I’d also enjoy patiently nudging him toward climax while being rewarded with those little bursts of man-juice. There was plenty for me to savor. As I pumped his shaft with my fist, even more of his addictive fluid seeped out and onto my tongue.

Feeling breathless, I pulled back to gulp some air and gather my bearings. I released his cockhead from between my pursed lips with a pop. My empty mouth felt like a cavernous opening longing to be filled, but I knew there were other ways to orally revel in the majesty of Elliott’s hard cock.

First, I licked him from base to tip. I trailed the tip of my tongue along the underside of his hefty shaft. To my delight, he moaned and squirmed.

When my tongue reached his crown, I traced the very edge of the ridge where his head and rod meet. Around and around I swirled, stroking the lower half of his shaft with my fist and milking him of even more salty fluids. Pre-come dripped over the sloped sides of his cockhead, providing a satisfying treat for me to hungrily scoop up.

After I thoroughly cleaned his tip, I swiveled my head to lick the full length of his pipe again. This time, I traveled up and down to paint every square inch of his shaft with my tongue.

“Jesus!” Elliott hissed, pounding on the wall again.

His enthusiasm was inspiring.

I cradled his balls in my free hand, and I felt his sac tighten, warning me an eruption was imminent. But I wasn’t ready to let him blow. Not yet, at least. I wanted to bask in the glory of Elliott’s arousal for much longer, so when he finally let loose, it would be an orgasm he’d remember.

To accomplish those goals, I needed to lower the heat and cool things off a bit, and I knew exactly what to do.

Elliott’s throbbing dick had been thoroughly moistened by my tongue, and his wet member was exposed to the coolness of our air-conditioned apartment. I exhaled slowly and allowed my hot breath to caress his rod.

“Oh, Eva! Ev-ah! Eva, please,” he moaned.

Once again, I found myself overcome by the thrill of pleasuring this handsome hunk. Seconds before, Elliott had been on the cusp of an orgasm. But just like that he was calling my name and being swept up in new waves of sexual joy.

I wanted to give him satisfaction — not endless torture — so I knew it was time to get him off. I held the base of his cock and drove my mouth onto him.

“That’s it, baby,” he sighed. “Take it all.”

His hips rocked rhythmically. A simple oral sex act became an elaborate dance with plenty of give and take. He pumped his hips and fucked my face so furiously, his crown smacked against the back of my throat with every inward plunge. I loved it and hummed happily.

He must’ve loved the sensation of my vibrating vocals because he teased, “Keep singing to me, Evie.”

With my mouth so full, it was difficult to control my pitch. But I managed to hum a tune, which soon had Elliott on the brink of release. But that wasn’t enough for me. I wouldn’t find contentment until his cream coated my tongue.

I tickled the underside of Elliott’s balls and his heels rose off the floor. It seemed my playful touch was unexpected, though it also appeared to be a pleasant surprise. He expressed his appreciation, cheering me on. Eager to amp up the experience, I tucked my hand between his legs and snaked a finger between his cheeks.

Fortunately, my digit was already slick with saliva. In my quest to deep-throat Elliott’s dick, I’d drooled all over his junk. As I manhandled his meat, I got myself pretty slippery, too.

Using my fingertip, I sought out Elliott’s asshole and massaged it gently. I didn’t penetrate him. I simply added a little risqué element to what was already a delightfully dirty encounter.

He moaned and swore softly, and one of his hands fell heavily on my head. His fingers raked my scalp as they combed back my locks. He grabbed a handful of my hair, and I allowed him to set the pace. He pounded his cock into my mouth so hard and fast that his balls slapped my chin. He was so close to coming that I could taste it. It was only a matter of time before I got to drink that milkshake I’d long craved.

Elliott’s sculpted thighs grew tense and as hard as marble. Sensual energy coursed through his body, and the air practically crackled with erotic electricity. He released a helpless groan and come finally jetted from his cock. Some of his cream went right down my throat. I greedily swallowed his spurts, but there was too much for me to handle. Some escaped my lips, and rivulets ran down my chin and onto my breasts. It looked like drizzles of icing. I pulled away and ran my finger through the sticky trails, scooping up some of his stray jizz.

Elliott watched me intently. He seemed to be trying to suss out what I planned to do next.

I liked having an audience, so I really hammed it up. I held up my finger as if I were speaking and wanted to make a point. Really, all I wanted was for Elliott to see how much of his come covered my finger.

Elliott looked stunned. To be fair, he was probably still processing the fact that his lusty roommate had just sucked him off in the hallway.

I brought the cream-coated finger to my lips and glossed them thoroughly with his seed. Then I sucked the digit into my mouth, making my cheeks grow hollow as I delivered a mini blowjob.

I let out a sexy mewling sound to let Elliott know how much I liked the taste of his spunk. He was salty and musky — and all man. My hunger for him was still running wild within me, and I wasn’t sure if it would ever be truly sated.

I swiped my finger across my tits again, gathering up another portion of Elliott’s come. But it was his turn to surprise me.

“Dip your fingers in your pussy,” he insisted.

The request intrigued me. First, I licked my fingers clean, then I rolled down my spandex pants and plunged two fingers inside my dewy snatch. When I pulled them out, they positively gleamed with pussy juice. My glazed digits hovered over my boob, and I looked at him questioningly.

“Go ahead,” he said softly.

Elliott sank to his knees in front of me as I scooped up another bit of come from my tits. I offered my slippery digits to him, looking almost like a new wife presenting her husband with a bit of frosting from their wedding cake. He parted his lips and took my fingers inside his mouth. He diligently slurped up every bit of goodness.

His tongue slipped between my fingers, tickling and taunting me. Somehow, that action almost felt more intimate than me holding his dick in my mouth!

Hours earlier, we were simply roommates. Now, we were on the verge of becoming fuck buddies.

After making out for a while, we screwed right there on the floor.

Eventually, we retreated to our separate rooms, and my mind filled with a brand-new fantasy: our next erotic encounter.